Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 221 Getting what you want

Fang Yi did not dare to be careless at all. He activated Ku Rong's magic power and used all his strength to activate the Ling Sang embroidered robe.

Even if a person in the middle stage of foundation building is severely injured or harmed by his own actions, his cultivation and combat power will drop, which is still very terrifying.

How could a cultivator like Geng Daojing, who has been building his foundation for many years and practicing for more than a hundred years, not have any trump cards?

really
As his blood and essence burned, he transformed into a three-meter-tall azure giant.

The giant's aura continued to rise.

Foundation 1, Foundation 2, Foundation 3
The azure giant, his cultivation stopped at the peak of the third level of foundation building.

Then, the giant waved his hand, wanting to hold his natal magic sword in his hand again.

"The peak of the third level of foundation building?" Fang Yi was certain.

"It's worth all my efforts. If he hadn't used up his blood, essence, and vitality, and had used this secret technique once, I'm afraid his cultivation would have been able to reach the sixth level of foundation building."

His spiritual consciousness moved slightly, and the twelve second-level low-grade spirit puppets in his Dantian Qi Sea began to absorb and exhale spiritual energy.

The monks fight for life and death, and what they compete for is their respective trump cards.

Geng Daojing has played all his cards, and Fang Yi is 100% sure that he can kill him.

Now it’s just a matter of choosing a method that will result in less losses and is more in line with Fang Yi’s interests.

The fat sheep of Tianji Peak has already gone into seclusion. If he consumes too much and cannot be replenished in a short time, it will inevitably affect his future practice.

"disease!"

Two silver wolf spirit puppets appeared on both sides of Fang Yi.

With a wave of his sleeves, more than a hundred low-grade ice-attribute spirit stones flew out of the storage bag.

Looking at the ice spirit stones floating in the air like stars, Fang Yi lightly tapped with his index finger, and the ice spirit stones exploded one by one.

"Ow!"

The Silver Wolf Spirit Puppet howled towards the sky, and rich ice-attributed spiritual energy quickly gathered.

The two silver wolf spirit puppets have been nurtured to the lower second level, and are assisted by ice-attribute spirit stones.

They used ice to overcome water, and both were of the second-grade lower-grade combat power, so there was no gap in their cultivation.

Ice-blue cold air gushed out from the mouths of the two spirit puppets.

"Crack."

"Crack."

The azure giant was enveloped in bone-chilling cold.

However, the two second-level freezing spells were incredibly powerful and quickly froze Geng Daojing.

In just a few breaths, he looked at the monk who was frozen in ice.

Fang Yi waved the Ruins Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner, and the lush green spiritual leaves turned into a storm of sharp blades, sweeping away.

Click!Click!
Geng Daojing seemed to sense the danger, and water blades burst out from his body, cutting through the ice.

Then the azure spiritual light condensed into a water whip, and the long whip lashed out like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole.

Disperse the emerald green leaf blade storm.

"Fang Yi, little boy, die!"

Looking at the giant without a single scar on his body, and his aura having decreased.

Fang Yi already had a general idea of ​​the effectiveness of this secret technique.

With a wave of his sleeves, more than thirty low-grade ice spirit stones exploded.

The cold air was inhaled and exhaled by the Silver Wolf Spirit Puppet, and fine cracks appeared on the spirit puppet.

Immediately, a silver wolf spirit puppet used the ice-freezing technique again to freeze it.

Half an hour later.

"Click!" "Click!"

With two crisp sounds, a silver wolf spirit puppet exploded.

"Being frozen five times in a row has reached my limit."

Fang Yi's magical power surged throughout his body as he continued to activate the Ruins Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner and the two vine whips, galloping away.

In just half an hour, Geng Daojing had been frozen five times in a row by the Silver Wolf Spirit Puppet.

Although he was able to break through the ice every time by relying on the power of secret techniques, he is now at the end of his strength.

Now he only has the first level of foundation building, which is slightly worse than Fang Yi.

"Damn it!"

Geng Daojing waved his hand to break the wickerwork into pieces. It wasn't that he hadn't tried to break through before.

But Fang Yi and Gu Jiushang joined forces to hold him down tightly.

Even if it occasionally exploded and found a flaw, it was still blocked by the silver-white demon pet, which controlled the quasi-second-level formation.

It was obvious that Fang Yi had made up his mind to exhaust himself and die here.

"In that case, I will not let you have an easy life even if I die." His body expanded rapidly and pounced towards Fang Yi.

"Self-destruction?
I’ve been on guard against your move.”

Fang Yi chuckled and nimbly transformed into a green light, keeping a subtle distance from it.

The distance was neither far nor near, making it impossible for it to escape nor to get close.

Seeing this, Geng Daojing became more desperate.

"call out!"

The Taotie knife appeared, and a gray-black blade light rolled and slashed on its azure outer armor.

Immediately, rich spiritual power was injected into it. "If you want to self-destruct, I will help you."

"boom!!"

The strong wind howled, stirring up a huge spiritual tide, but the yellow sand array was in operation, and a faint light film emerged, covering it up.

"A medical artifact? This is a medical artifact?!"

The banner of withering and flourishing in the ruins world fluttered, the yin energy surged, and a dark green chain emerged.

Amid the disbelieving cries of Geng Daojing's remaining soul, he was pulled into the banner.

Then Fang Yi flicked his sleeves, and a suction force sucked the blue storage into his hand.

Looking at the natal magic sword that was broken due to the death of its master.

The Tianshuigull, which died from the backlash of the master's pet contract, rolled up its spiritual light and collected the animal's remains.

After cleaning up the battlefield, he stepped on the Wind Feather Eagle puppet and headed towards Fengling Fairy City. On the thick back of the Wind Feather Eagle, Fang Yi used his spiritual sense to continuously cleanse the mark on the blue storage bag.

Half a day later, he looked at the few spirit stones and scattered pills in the storage bag.

Fang Yi shook his head slightly.

"It seems that several battles have exhausted its reserves."

If Geng Daojing had not revealed the second-level spiritual spring, Fang Yi's murderous intent would not have been so intense.

After all, he was a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building. Even if he was seriously injured, it was unlikely that he would be killed by the three cultivators in the early stage of foundation building.

Therefore, Fang Yi always held back, whether it was the spirit puppet, the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword, or the body refining skills, he endured and did not use them.

Unexpectedly, his greed grew so strong that he actually took the Blood Burning Pill and consumed his own essence and blood.

If not, even if Fang Yi played all his cards, Geng Daojing would have a 30 to 50 percent chance of escaping.

"Counting the two spirit puppets that were destroyed, the ice spirit stones consumed, and the first-level puppets.

Also, after activating the Blood Escape Technique, you need to replenish Yimu Changshengqi."

Fang Yi's mouth twitched slightly, and he felt a little heartbroken.

“Geng Daojing’s natal magic weapon exploded, and the price of Tianshuiou is not much different.

Even if one obtains a top-grade magical instrument, the Hundred Herbs Furnace, after the two things cancel each other out, one can only earn one portion of second-grade spiritual water.

Fighting a life-and-death battle with a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, with such a small gain, it is really too much of a loss. I must not do this again next time."

Fang Yi vaguely missed Yan Youtai who was in seclusion at Tianji Peak.

"Curing that fat sheep is the easiest and most rewarding time."

Fengling Fairy City.

Under the city gate.

A female cultivator led more than ten cultivators, eagerly waiting.

Nie Zhirou has gentle eyebrows and eyes, a pair of bright eyes like twigs, slightly raised eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, and gently shakes the cloud fan in her hand.

She was wearing a goose yellow long skirt with a jade ring on her waist, and was fluttering in the breeze.

The sound of jingling jewelry never stops.

From time to time, it attracted passing monks to stop and watch.

Nie Zhirou ignored the monk's admiring gaze and felt a little anxious at this moment. She had been waiting here for a whole month.

"Why hasn't he arrived yet? Didn't Master send a message that he was sent to Fengling Fairy City?"

Thinking about the ever-increasing gap in status between Fang Yi and herself after he established his foundation, her brows furrowed.

"Since the young master has come this time, I must satisfy him. For this reason, I went to find Sister Chu and learned a lot from her."

Nie Zhirou didn't know what she was thinking about, and two blushes appeared on her delicate cheeks.

Half an hour later.

"Wow!"

The wind-feathered eagle let out a high-pitched, clear cry.

Feeling the familiar aura of a cultivator on the Fengling Eagle puppet, Nie Zhirou showed joy.

"kindness?"

Fang Yi's mind moved, urging the puppet under his feet to slowly fall down.

The sky-blue wings flapped, and the strong wind in the air howled, blowing its black hair into a wild dance.

With his hands behind his back and a look of righteousness on his face, the golden sunlight casts a halo around him.

The wind-feathered eagle flaps its wings and looks sharp
The spiritual light around his body was extremely bright, and the spiritual power of wind attribute gathered together and turned into a spiritual cloud, lifting him up.

Fang Yi, dressed in a white robe, walked down the ladder with his boots lifted, smiling warmly. "Miss Nie, long time no see."

"Boom, boom, boom"

Nie Zhirou completely ignored the old monk standing behind Fang Yi.

She only felt her heartbeat quicken a little, but after all, she had gone through a lot of trials and tribulations over the years, and she quickly calmed down.

Qi Fu bowed. "Mr. Fang, it's been a long time since we last met."

Looking at the other female cultivators in front of the city gate with longing in their eyes, Nie Zhirou reached out and held Fang Yi's arm.

"Master Fang, the Baimu Garden has already been prepared. Master and Master Gu, please follow me."

Watching a handsome cultivator leading a famous female cultivator from Fengling Fairy City gradually walking away.

The monks traveling to and from Fengling Fairy City suddenly became noisy.

"Who is this person who could actually lead Fairy Nie from the Nie family of Baimujian away?

Many young talents in this city are probably going to be sad."

"Who says not? Fairy Nie is a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi training. She is also very beautiful, and I don't know how many direct descendants of foundation-building families are staring at her."

"Hehe, I wonder if there are any monks who dare to challenge me."

“Chen Laosan, just wait and see, this is a female cultivator who has the potential to achieve the Foundation Establishment stage.

I wonder how many monks would break their heads to get close to her."

"The Ming family of Sanling Valley, the Wu family of Xiaoyuexi, and the Sun family of Hanshi Mountain are all eyeing this place. Now that the beautiful girl has been taken, how can they give up so easily?"

As a foundation-building cultivator who was also proficient in the art of puppetry, Fang Yi naturally could not escape his ears from the discussions of the cultivators in Fengling Immortal City.

But making a name for himself was exactly what he meant.

It is not easy for a foundation-building cultivator to practice. Even if he has a long lifespan, he cannot waste even a single moment of time.

This time is different from the past.

He has already advanced to the foundation-building stage, whether it is collecting spiritual materials, refining puppets, or making a name for himself as a spiritual doctor.

They are all bound to deal with foundation-building monks.

In this case, he would naturally inform Nie Zhirou early and let the cultivators in Fengling Immortal City know that he had entered the city.

Fang Yi did not hide his appearance. In the past five years, many cultivators from Xuanyang Mountain who he cured were also sent to Fengling Immortal City.

"A second-rank spiritual doctor, proficient in healing injuries and removing impure energy. I think a monk will visit him in a few days."

"The young master has arrived." Nie Zhirou stopped in front of a courtyard gate.

Looking at Baimuyuan, Fang Yi nodded slightly. "Is Zhirou going back to the Nie family?"

"Young Master!" Nie Zhirou said coquettishly. "Zhirou will stay in Baimu Garden to serve you."

(End of this chapter)